LOREN
As the ice Loren directed closed around Maea, he squeezed with his magic, sending one last pulse through the cage he'd caught her in. Not even to do serious damage (more than he already had) but enough to tighten it, and make it clear he still had strength left in him. Then he eased the pressure, melting the ice almost slowly so he could get close enough to touch her.
Reaching out a hand, he laid it on her shoulder. Then he sent a pulse of healing magic through her. As he did, he melted the rest of the ice, ready to catch her if she stumbled and fell.
Reaching out a hand, he laid it on her shoulder. Then he sent a pulse of healing magic through her. As he did, he melted the rest of the ice, ready to catch her if she stumbled and fell.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
